January Morning

A low front has blown in the new year

dusting my world with silhouettes

absent Kodachrome distractions,

focusing the grey contrasts of what ifs

into imaginations of black and white,

the world born new…

yet hidden, blanketed in fact.

 

Snow angel possibilities

chilling the nakedness of hope,

shivering  persistence

burning pink defiance

pretending to shape the world.

 

Here am I,

tossing a fit of snow balls

as awareness dawns upon this snowman,

a spirit, decorated with form

yet, not without function;

finding my spirit’s incubation

safe beneath a frailness

planted in the pleasant stasis of faith

until…

 

Reviews

[KWP]

Yes another fabulous write ... The new year bought with it a heat wave my side and plenty of rain to boot so in the sultry lather encasing my spirit I find I am cleansed and renewed X

[David Scott]

I imagine the "new year" feels very different in your part of the world. Happy you are feeling the promise of a renewal!
Thank you for all of the reviews and for your comments.

[daninstockholm]

this is just superb,, so many great images and creative uses of thought,, I rarely say I'm envious on this site, but i am,, great job!!!

[David Scott]

I am honored. I know you are a very fine poet so I understand the compliment. Thank you very much.

[daninstockholm]

You are very welcome, my friend, and thank you!

[DrD]

I think winter inspires some and for those like me, it puts our creative juices in hibernation. Obviously you are one of the chosen few and winter looks kindly upon you and, in turn, your praise decorates it to a new spendlor. As always, an excellent work.

[David Scott]

I see why you migrated south... Ha.
Very glad to see you out of your hibernation! I hope you have been well.
Thank you for reading my writing. Your comments carry much meaning for me.

[alifeacoustic]

It is funny how a whitewashed landscape gives birth to thoughts so unique to each and every one of us. The infinite possibilities of a fresh start, like the first page of a new journal, pristine and gleaming, tempting you to fill the page with thoughts, yet pausing a little longer to remember the beauty of the moment before the ink bleeds your thoughts.
So many great lines in this piece it hardly seems fair to point out any single part, but my eyes were drawn back, time and again to the line, "chilling the nakedness of hope"....It seems to me that line itself conjures enough images in itself to warrant its own story.
Superb write David.

[David Scott]

Thank you kindly. Your review is a great encouragement.

[alifeacoustic]

You' re very welcome.

[Perkele.7885]

David, I am getting a feeling of "Film Noir" as I am re-reading your poem as I review it. Black and white, shades of grey, mist and shadows! Solid form giving itself away to an atmosphere where everything seems to be waiting for something to happen next so a progression forward will begin. A poem that was well worth reading and well worth my recommending!

[David Scott]

Thank you very much. I appreciate the compliment. I actually liked this one myself.

[Pete]

Wow. Very beautifully done. Flows nicely. Wonderful thoughts. I always get hope and truth from nature. Nature and man go hand in hand.

[David Scott]

Thank you. I agree. It is as it must be, from dust to dust indeed.

[Lluvs]

Beautifully written (: enjoyed reading this.

[David Scott]

Thank you very much for reading and leaving a comment.

[Lluvs]

Youre welcome (:

[softlyfall]

Naked snow angels...woo hoo
shivering bright pink erotica
That became the what if, in my mind, an imagined passionate scenario in the new snow.
I love the incubation/hibernation analogy Bear

[David Scott]

There is always a layer of erotica if the story is authentic to life...
Admittedly not the central theme, but incomplete without it.
Oh, I have made such snow angles. The Bear spirit walks with me ever. I am not the Bear, but he is a companion. Ah, but you know this...
Thank you for the review Softy.

[softlyfall]

Well it was primary in my understanding, and I am not even a bit shy about saying so Man Who Walks With Bear.

[emmajoy]

'.. focusing the grey contrasts of what ifs -- into imaginations of black and white, '

Beautiful, thoughtful.. I love January in spite of its cold and wet. 'Think of snow as a blank canvas, hiding what might be when the imagination takes hold and, of course, when Nature starts its annual dance.

You've created patterns of suggestion here, and maybe each of us will see it differently, maybe that's how it's meant to be.' Wanted to lift a quote from your final stanza, but each word needs another... tis a piece of theatre as it stands whole. From that 'whole', the scene is set or not - maybe still incubating.

[David Scott]

Yes and yes... A refreshing review. Thank you kindly for sharing how the write was seen from your perspective.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Great use of January and using the cold and dark skies as a metaphor to someone fining there was out of a dark tine. Really nice work.

[David Scott]

Thank you very much Dale. I'm happy you found it meaningful.